“No”
“May I ask why?”
“There’s no money in it.”
Belder shifted his position in the chair once more. “Suppose I were to show you where there was a judgment of more than twenty thousand dollars to be collected, guaranteed that you’d be paid for the time you put in, and on top of that gave you a bonus if you did a satisfactory job.”
Bertha’s eyes showed interest. “Who’s the twenty-thousand dollar judgment against?” she asked.
Belder said, “Let’s express it this way. A. has a judgment against B. B. is judgment-proof, then C gets—”
Bertha held up her hand. “Stop right there. I’m not interested in this A.B.C. stuff. I have too damn many alphabetical headaches right now — what with O.P.A. and O.W.I. and W.L.B. and all the rest of that stuff. If you have something you want to say, say it.”
Belder said, “It is very difficult to put into words, Mrs. Cool.”
“Then you aren’t much of a salesman.”
He laughed nervously. “I want you to collect a judgment for twenty thousand dollars. You won’t be able to collect all of the judgment. You’ll compromise on a percentage basis and—”